Ingleton holiday, day 3

The weather was even better today for our final ascent, Ingleborough itself. Last time I was here was in 1978 and the mist came down on us. My then boyfriend and I sat in the shelter at the top and ate fruit cake before attempting our descent. To his chagrin, we came off in the wrong direction. I can remember descending sections on my bottom and wondering if I would fall down a pothole!! Eventually we saw the lights of cavers who were able to guide us to safety.

Today was completely different. We climbed in glorious sunshine and there were clear views in all directions. Wonderful.